Growing up in the Barossa, grapes and wine were a part of everyday life. Running amok amongst some of the world’s oldest vines and ‘appropriating’ some truly world class wines from our parents’ cellars. Drinking those same wines around a camp fire while feasting on fresh caught yabbies.

As soon as school was finished, our work began in earnest, University would have to wait. Vintages in the Barossa were followed by vintages in New Zealand, then the US and Europe. Our twenties were spent living out of a busted backpack, following vintages and barely seeing a winter. Lugging hoses and managing ferments in far flung corners of the world, we were seldom in the same country, though our paths would often cross for a vintage in Australia, or occasionally a season together in a foreign land.